At this point, Rhiannon was only looking at Whistler, who she'd assumed was totally in the dark about things, totally native, based on his behavior in the hospital. Like they were patching up old wounds, old Key West wounds. As she raised her own hand, she muttered, "You've got to be shitting me. God, we're dense," and rolled her eyes.
Only the two of them could sit in each other's presence for that long, shooting the breeze, and be completely oblivious to what was going on.
"C'mere." She left Purity's side long enough to hug Whistler and give his head a noogie through the hat. Then she turned back to the group.
"In case we're keeping a running list, Connor beamed down with us and so did Destiny. Hannah, Emmeline, Elfleda and Joseph didn't. What about Hayden? Am I missing anybody else?"